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Diana Jul 2014
I tried drinking that cheap strawberry wine that you love but it was far too sweet just like the memories we made while drinking it.

You helped me stop smoking but when you left I started smoking a pack a day to get the taste of you off of my tongue.

I deleted your number two hours after the break up but a month later I picked up my phone and dialed it by memory without realizing it.

You wore the same cologne every day for the two years we were together and I swear it still lingers on your side of the bed even though I've bought new sheets.

I found an old record yours and started playing it and I finally found the melody you used to hum to me when I couldn't fall asleep.

You called me last night and I could practically smell the alcohol through the phone when you said that you still loved me.

I saw a picture of you on Facebook and I saw that you still have my initials tattooed on your arm which makes me feel not so bad for still having yours on my wrist

You used to run your fingers up and down my spine and I hate the fact that I can still feel your fingers tracing the bones on my back.

We broke up an even though it still hurts and I still miss you and I know you feel the same I also know that if we get back together we will just destroy ourselves and one another so it's best we forget about each other.

I'm sorry
Diana Jul 2014
I'm desperately trying to imprint my touch on your skin because I never want you to forget me but I can see my light fade from your eyes as I take my hand away.
Diana Jun 2014
Spanish is my first language
I've been speaking it for 16 years
It occurred to me
That I have forgotten the word beautiful
I know fat, ugly, stupid, worthless
And so many others
But I forgot beautiful
Because I never use it
And no one uses it on me
Diana Jun 2014
It hurts because I stumbled in on him
As if he were broken pieces of glass
It hurt
And I'm still trying to get shards of you out of my wound
Diana Jun 2014
I wrote your name with a pen
Filled with the blood
I had spilled on the bathroom floor
Because it would only makes sense
For pain to describe pain
Diana Jun 2014
Your heart is still beating
There is air in your lungs
Blood is pumping through tour veins
Don't you dare give up
Diana Jun 2014
Tell me:

When did blowing bubbles
Turn into blowing smoke?

When did soda
Turn into *****?

When did pool parties
Turn into late-night skinny dipping?

When did Smarties
Turn into hydros?

When did sneakers
Turn into high heals?

When did cheek kisses
Turn into ***?

When did juice boxes
Turn into cheap beer?

When did bikes
Turn into cars?

Tell me:

When did growing up
Turn into this?
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